Creepypasta Stories

Window

For years, I've been scared of looking out my window. It isn't because of some stupid words or anything.

It's because of my sister.

When I was only eight, she warned me to never look out of a window when I was alone. She told me that if I did, something bad would happen.

I didn't listen to her. I looked out in the middle of the night and saw her being dragged, kicking and screaming, through the field to the woods on the other side of the field.

The next day, she was gone. The police never found her, and it was all my fault. It happened because I didn't listen.

But today, today... today, I'm looking outside. My friend is in the next room, a girl named Rebecca, but she goes by Becca. She promised to wait until ten to sleep, and it's nine.

I take a deep breath and pull back my curtains. Looking outside, I see nothing back the night and a lone street lamp next to the street.

I sigh in relief before freezing as I hear Becca scream. I rush into the other room to find her dead body in the ground, with blood everywhere. My eyes widen as I see my sister standing above her.

Only her hair is matted and stringy, and the nightgown she wore is torn and bloody. And...

There's a huge hole in her chest that is leaking blood.

She takes several steps to my frozen form before putting her hands around my throat. I can feel the blood against my neck.

"Sorry, sis. You defied him. I told you not to look outside. But you did, twice, and he must punish you," she murmurs. "See you on the other side."

And then I see no more.

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A man smirks at the sister, waving his hand so the body drops and the tortured soul leaves. "That was the window to Hell," he chuckles. "Hope you three love taking my punishment."